Friday

Insomnia strikes again, minnesota teen suffers...

lol. Right, whatever. 

Crushing

The day seems so long when time will only inch by 

and as much as I try to pry my eyes from

the clock it feels too wrong, I don't want to 

lose this feeling you've brought on.

I don't understand, it's so silly, I just can't put

my finger on what's changed within me, obviously

my demand for class to quickly pass must mean I

eagerly await to haul ass home.

Home, where I'll talk to you -- have you been

thinking of me too? It's true I'm always

thinking of you but my soul is shrinking from

all this stinking doubt... what am I trying to

prove, what's this about... I guess I just need to 

get it out...

I'm crushing on you but it's crushing me the

way crushes destroy all hope and feeling; the

shattering of my soul is reeling in my ears, you,

like a child at play, abuse me as your toy

knowing I'll refuse to slay what I've developed 

towards you -- you, familiar of my fears will

stick to your ploy of crushing me through my

crushing on you...